You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
He that dies pays all debts.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.